This is my first/only real boyfriend's new girlfriend. What the Hell, world!? I assumed this guy would be alone for the rest of his life. Not because there is anything wrong with him (maybe a little) (he likes to perform as Elvis), but because... what the hell! You're not supposed to be dating a gorgeous model!? You're supposed to be dating a teacher you meet while visiting home in Ohio, then realize the big city of Chicago is too rough and tumble for you and stay with her to raise five, nice, God-fearing children. NOT be kissing this:
And the worst part is (no, the worst part is that she's a model), is that she MUST be nice. Girls this hot are usually mean, but a mean girl would never like Jason. It just wouldn't work. He wouldn't like a mean girl.
And don't worry, I'm NOT sad. We ended on the most perfect, post-graduation terms. It was clean. So I'm NOT
actually upset by this. I'm just confused with the Gods. I always try to pull off these shirts and can't for the life of me!
Fucking stomach girlfriend. I'm going to start dressing in burlap sacks to my temp job (that I don't have yet). THAT will show... someone. Maybe me? Who cares.
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